As Horsefly says, everybody bowls a gutter ball sometimes. Boy, did mom and I bowl a gutter ball today.
I was just over at my parent's house. I was picking up my sodas and mom had the back door open meaning she wanted me to visit for awhile.
"I feel so nervous tonight," I told my mother as I sat on the couch fidgeting.
"Do you want three Xanax to take?" my mother asked innocently almost like a demure dope dealer.
"Would you mind?" the addict in me asked as the cogs and wheels of my addictive brain began to turn.
Well, that set forth a firestorm of phone calls for the past 45 minutes.
"Maybe I shouldn't have given you those Xanax," my mother told me over the phone. "How do you feel?"
"I feel fine mom, but maybe we won't do that again, okay?" I told her. "I had a weak moment when you offered."
"Call me in thirty more minutes to tell me how you are feeling."
I told her I would.
"I am just worried about you taking that Xanax with your regular medications at nine," mom told me.
"I'm really feeling fine. Just a little numb to the world around me, but I will be okay."
If my father knew she gave me Xanax then the shit would hit the fan. Mom made me promise not to tell him.
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